Emira lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes glistened with tears, tears that carried both sadness and a strange sense of triumph. It was a heavy mix, one she had grown used to. She'd been a fool to have become distracted by the princes but it was a good thing that the truth had woken her up. Or she would have missed this golden opportunity.
Just now, before she had moved into this new house arranged for her, Ryn had come running to her looking so worried that one would have thought something untoward had happened.. She'd asked if Emira had made a mistake in the personal messages written on the invitations. Emira had simply shaken her head, saying quietly that she hadn't. Ryn had let out a sigh of relief then and told her that Councilman Aldren had personally asked about those messages, curious and unsettled by them.
